The story of my idiocy today.

Those readers who are tired of idiocy IN GENERAL, not only of this author, can close this page with a clear conscience.

For more than two weeks now, I’ve been reading horror predictions: They say that, in addition to the terrible asteroids that are about to crash into our long-suffering planet, no less terrible magnetic storms are coming, which will “mix everything in the Oblonsky house” and NOT ONLY THEM!

AND EVERYWHERE!

Radio and television communications will be cut off, satellites – retranslators will fall silent forever and slide down on our heads in creepy spirals. Planes will either fly to the Moon or to Venus due to loss of orientation in space (if there are young ladies and men passengers in them), ships will collide in the oceans, and cars by hundreds of thousand on the expressways too…

Hearts, ulcers and teetotallers will flock to cemeteries (already in coffins) in millions!!!

It’s scary, it’s creepy!

And all this, meteorologists say ominously, is due to the fact that a lot of large spots have appeared on the Sun. And each spot is a powerful release of millions and millions of tons of electrically charged particles from the depths of the Sun.

(For reference: The sun loses four million tons of its mass every second by radiation alone! EVERY SECOND!)

These charged ones fly towards the Earth in clouds and with their huge magnetic fields (due to the gigantic electric charge and the enormous speed of thousands of kilometers per second) they crash into the weak geomagnetic field and completely distort and tear it apart.

THIS IS A MAGNETIC STORM!

After reading such passionate faces, I decided to look at the Sun MYSELF and see these spots with my own eyes. I have a long-standing experience in this. I made two caps for the lenses of twenty-strong binoculars, covered with a black illuminated X-ray film (given to me by a radiologist I know). I looked at the Sun through these filters and SAW spots on it quite often.

But for a week now, in clear weather, I have been carefully examining the disk of Ra-Amon-Aten and I have not seen ANY SPOTS.

THERE ARE NONE!!!

“When they are ripe with winter crops,

The face of the Sun, having dissolved,

He shook the rays of the elements

The light will shine in white.

Grandfather Romualdych, taking off

His boot and, having gone into a rage,

Tasting the spirit of native footcloths,

Suddenly, became trembling and rocking!”

Ilf and Petrov, “The Little Golden Calf”

(Minor changes have been made to the original text)

Today I also decided to investigate the issue and began to look at the solar disk. But suddenly, due to my careless movement, the LOOSELY FIXED BLACK FILTER flew off one lens and I got a light stroke in one eye!

A little interlude.

In a well-known book by the very leftist American writer Robert Jung, Brighter Than a Thousand Suns by Robert Yungk, dedicated to the history of the creation of the American atomic bomb, lines from the ancient Indian epic Bhagavat Gita (which is part of the even more extensive epic Mahabharata) are given as an epigraph:

“With immeasurable and formidable power

The sky above the world would shine,

If there were a thousand suns

It flashed on him all at once!”

I have the Bhagavat Gita, and I even read it honestly once. The boredom is incredible! The point is simple. A certain Indian king, Arjuna (emphasis on the first “A”), is preparing for battle with rebel troops who want to overthrow him from the throne (in order to sit on it themselves). And the charioteer in his chariot is the Supreme Divine Personality Sri Krishna himself.

Arjuna does not want to fight, because there are many of his former friends and relatives among the rebels. But Krishna insists that he MUST FIGHT AND WIN!

But Arjuna is plagued by doubts: And this friend Krishna is just fooling him, pretending to be the Supreme Deity. And he asks Krishna to reveal his TRUE FORM in such a roundabout way. Krishna tries in every way to dissuade him from such a rash desire. But Arjuna, deep down in his suspicions, insists.

And then, for the shortest time, Krishna APPEARS BEFORE HIM in all his might and majesty.. This MOMENT is described in the above quatrain.

Of course, Arjuna, seeing THIS, is horrified by such universal power.

I’ve never felt anything but boredom. However, I must admit that I really liked one of Krishna’s phrases for its power and cynicism.

When Arjuna tells Krishna that he DOES NOT WANT to kill his friends and relatives, Krishna cuts him off without ceremony, saying:

“AND THEY’VE BEEN DEAD FOR A LONG TIME!!!
They just DON’T KNOW ABOUT IT!”

This resonates well with Valery Bryusov’s poem “The World of N Dimensions”. There’s a similar thought in the last quatrain:

“Our time is like a blueprint for them!”

For Krishna too! For him, the Deity, there is no RUNNING of time. He HIMSELF IS TIME! For him, OUR past, present and future are just some details of a drawing or sketch on a paper, attached with buttons to the board of a drawing board!

NO MORE!

The interlude, necessary though protracted, is over.

So, I got a light strike on one eye.

I take the area of the reflexively narrowed pupil as one square millimeter.

The area of the entrance opening of the lens of twenty–strong binoculars is 1962.5 square millimeters.

So I received a blow almost twice as strong as Arjuna when Krishna appeared before him!

It wasn’t a thousand suns that shone for me, but 1962.5 suns!!! And I am NOT Arjuna, a king with Krishna as a charioteer, but a very ordinary person…

I went blind at first.

Then everything turned purple. Then I did the sensible thing. He immediately closed his eye, and moreover, tightly covered it with his pressed palm.

For what?

In order to restore the rhodopsin protein in the rods and cones of the eye in total darkness, thanks to which we can see at all.

I was busy cooking dinner, having lunch, washing dishes, and so on. All this time, with this tightly closed eye, I “SAW” first a large purple spot, then red, then green, then white. After about forty to fifty minutes, it disappeared and I opened my eye.

It seems to be almost normal. At least now!

I don’t know what will happen in the long run, because it’s NOT Krishna!

For me, as for any living being, TIME IS RUNNING, FLYING and FLYING, but NOT A BLUEPRINT ON THE PLAN!

Faciant meliora potentes.

4 II 2025

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